Augh... now I have to come up with a book that I haven't done before and that isn't too obscure. Let me think...
A book that is as old as I am.
"So who is the judge?" He nodded in the direction of the rabbi, moodily, noting the young man's ill-fitting suit, his rumpled hair, his dusty shoes. "look at him—a boy, like a college kid. I'm practically old enough to be his father, and I should let him try me? [...]"